domingo, 5 de setembro de 2010

18.01.10

«Nothing happens by chance. Our story started being written from the moment I "touched" him and stoped being just regular person. Then continued through, with interest shown by both sides. And then kept floating... Didn't move anymore. Was kept in eyes and smiles. But at least started. And if it started, it must go on! It won't be like a stick. Actualy, I can't have that "stick" on my way, otherwise I don't know if I will be able to move on. It must be knocked down and continue, for good. Yes continue, not ending. Things like these, stories like these, must not end. They must remain eternal, with no obstacles! Those? Those will be knocked out, sooner or later.»